She did not answer for a moment, and then she looked up with a brave assumption of cheer.
"I'd be ashamed to get blue when Gene is so plucky. He doesn't think about himself at all. He is only worried to death for fear Miss Thurston should be disturbed."
"Is he great friends with Miss Thurston?"
"Oh, yes, indeed. He asked about her first of all, and over and over again. He wanted me to be sure and go and see her at once, and tell her that he is all right."
"Shall I put you on the car here, then? I am going down to St. James' Hospital to see our man."
"Oh, mayn't I go with you?" she cried eagerly. "You know I have a share in him, too."
"Of course you have,--a very large share. Yes, come on. We'll see what he has to say for himself."
As it turned out, he had more to say for us than for himself.